Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Smog,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.